Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that sin fell the angels.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
A royal train, believe me.
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
Give him a little earth for charity!
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
Yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely.
After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.
'T is a cruelty
To load a falling man.
You were ever good at sudden commendations.
I come not
To hear such flattery now, and in my presence.
They are too thin and bare to hide offences.
Those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honour and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations.
A most unspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
I have had my labour for my travail.
Take but degree away, untune that string,
And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy.
The baby figure of the giant mass
Of things to come.
Modest doubt is call'd
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To the bottom of the worst.
The common curse of mankind,--folly and ignorance.
